Dear God, the Salt and Pepper shakers are -armed-.

If I'm reading the OT policy correctly, as I re-read it, the eight hours of paid holiday time on Monday do not count as part of calculating hours worked for Overtime purposes. So, I only worked 38.5 hours instead of 46.5

Now, if my hours worked do not go over 40, they are not obligated to pay me for any overtime or time worked, if I read this right.

Ain't that a bitch?

I look at my phone differently than I did just a few weeks ago.

Lately, if I've gotten a phone call, or if I've missed a call and gotten a message from someone, I get worried. Reception in my building's pretty bad, so if you call me when I'm at work, 3/4 of the time you're leaving me a message.

I got a message today just as I was packing up things at my desk for the Big Office Move. I got very scared, because it had the Family code on it.

It turned out to just be that Lisa was working late, but when my grandmother is so recently out of the hospital, my dad went into the hospital, and my sister's general poor health, I keep getting worried that the next message will say, "Something's happened to..."

Messages from family should be good and exciting things.

What happened to that?

Why are we praising this? Newsflash, kids. Living in a plastic box where you drink only water and exist in your own vomit and filth is not "magic". It's not even praiseworthy. It's someone being publically unsanitary and starving himself for attention.

God, it's painful to be an information addict when the information out there is so terrible. ( Read more... )